Yellow
is a dream-hidden daffodil,
brown shyness beneath the loam,
waiting
behind a hatch in the bulb.
Careful hands,
bring a rain-water bucket,
brimming with peace.
Douse life from its winter sleep.
Careful hands,
tempt joy from the ice-ground
and barge
shine sounding
into the day -
a clarion of Easter-coming.
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